I pinky swear I'm not a lesbian
2003-09-23 | 11:25 p.m.

Today was busy as hell. Hella busizzy. In the morning I awoke with a start to a sore, scratchy throat. Big deal, so has everyone lately in this city. But when I got into the shower I noticed a hell of a lot more bruises than I can account for. We're talking... maybe 20 or so. Around my joints. I'm a little scurr'd.

Anyway, I downed a bunch of tea and watched Recess with Kenny, then hauled it to my a.m. dance class. Competition is this Saturday. I hope I'm healthy enough to participate. Wait, why am I saying that? I will be healthy enough to participate. I HOPE I'm healthy enough to drink as much as I've bought for this weekend. Wait, why am I saying that? I will be healthy enough to drink as much as I've bought for this weekend. And then some.

I showed up late for my placement in the Gr. 10 class, but fortunately, Tara didn't care. She even took attendance and, and Alex got them warmed up and worked with them on a tap routine while I sat at the table, sweating. I was definitely sick by then.

It took me ten minutes to cross the fucking street in my car to get gas and a Slurpee. I was not impressed. Plus I had the unfortunate pleasure of discovering that yes, there is such a thing as too much syrup in a Slurpee, but I haven't had one in so long that I managed to overlook it.

I had a pretty smooth time in the Gr. 12 class. The students got all psyched when I was describing a trip to Toronto that they'll get to take if their new play does really well. I'll talk more about that later, cause it's pretty neat. Anyway, this one beautiful girl named Mia was such a sweetheart to me. She's almost shy in a way... I don't know, it's bizarre, and I'm too sick to explain it. Anyway, she asked me if I could ask the teacher to pair her up with somebody for a project. Nobody in particular, just anybody, since she just moved to that school from another school. Inwardly I was thinking okay, you're a big girl, just go ask her yourself. But it was so sweet that she was asking me, somebody only like a year or two her senior, that I slipped it into the conversation with Tara. Tara is my supervisor. Did I mention that? Of course I did. Tara is my supervisor.

What a boring entry this is becoming. Anyway, Mia is beautiful and she even asked ME permission to go to the bathroom. I laughed so hard. How cute.

This one girl... fuck, I forget her name. She's always complimenting me in the most offhanded ways. Today, I walked by her and she goes "Geez. This is what I love about you, Sam. Those shoes do not match your shirt at all. But you totally rock in them, and you look awesome."

I swear, I almost cried right there.

I wore the bloody shoes because I needed something with a bit of height (Or a lot of height) to boost my confidence a little while I'm having a few "off" days. They've got a 3 inch platform, black leather, faux fur leopard print strip down the centre. For the record, I was wearing dark jeans, a black tube top with white polka dots cut asymmetrically so it's pretty long on one side, and a fitted black cardigan that exposed the lengthy side of the tube top. It was a neat outfit, but nothing really out of the norm for me. I got way too many compliments on the shirt today.

People at that highschool are definitely a lot nicer than I initially thought. The only thing better than walking down an unfamiliar hall and having someone tap you on the shoulder and tell you they dig your style, is having you say "Thanks, I got it at Wal-Mart" and watching their jaw drop.

Marissa, Anita and I got together after school. We went to watch a football game at "our" school. Anita still goes there, Marissa and I are grads. I made a big fruit salad and brought some little chocolate bars. Marissa supplied Kool Aid Jammers. Anita supplied her wicked-ass corduroy jacket. We didn't watch a lot of the game, but I talked to K-Mo and she made me laugh long and hard over her ghetto tales of all the fights she managed to get into when I wasn't watching over her this weekend. My sister was there and actually talked to me. IN PUBLIC. The ladies and I made a lot of people jealous with our little picnic. It was really fun, and a gorgeous day out.

Then I worked for four hours. Wow, this entry is just not getting any better! Some skizbo (? I can't think of a good word here) Jamaican immigrant workers hit on me. After I handed the one dude his change, he was all "Samantha, eh? That's a pretty name." Then he gave me a big old gap-toothed smile. I smiled back my big flashy Crest-Whitestrips-Parents-Got-The-Badass-Orthodontic-Plan-Cause-They-Don't-Fuck-Around white girl smile. They were nice, but two of the night workers kept an eye on me while I walked to my car after my shift was done.

Anywho, I'm gonna skip my classes tomorrow in favour of working out some new dance shiznit and recovering from whatever bizarre throat-infection-bruisy-limb-thing that is slowly taking its toll on me.

Sorry this is such a typical entry. If you send me a self addressed, stamped envelope, I'll send you a nickel. Deal? Deal.

-S

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